“American Sycamore”

“American Sycamore” by Lisbeth White did they forgetthe vibrationof our throatshummingin the shade? did they not delightin my sister’sclimbing habits,nor stretch their limbsto lift her? didn’t theyhear uswhispering secretinto peeling trunk,breath passedinto the whitebark beneath? didn’t we liveas a forest& didn’twe diealso the same,our livesmere materialfor an otherliving? we ran Read more…